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Thursday, June 11, 2009

I loveyou so much


You’re my best friend, I can tell.

I love you so much, but you don’t care.

I pray for you, hope you are well.

But nothing prepares me for the pain I have to bare.


Wrote about my friend and boy whom I really liked and yeah.

Hop in behind the wheel of my baby


Hop in behind the wheel of my baby.

Turn the key, hit the gas, all on full blast.

Fly down streets, faster than a bumblebee.

Feel the steering wheel, all woes in the past.

See the surrounding trees, fresh air at last!

Winding roads pass under worn out tire.

Window down, wind rushing in gasps so fast.

Sun beats down rays, as if black hot wire.

The anger I felt burns off through fire.

Joy spreads through me as my foot becomes lead.

Emotions climb as my car soars higher.

The angst and longing in my chest is fed.

Driving is a release of emotions.

Driving is the excitement that fuels life.

Held captive in the cages of the past


Held captive in the cages of the past.

The mind, in they are kept, fettered and bound.

The memories that build throughout time last,

Forever locked in the depths of a sound.

The surface they rise to, the walls they pound.

They, breaking chains, release into the air.

Bursts out, into the open they are found.

Memories naked, everyone sees bare.

Stinging sparks, beneath the surface they ware.

Emotions arise with pleasure and pain.

Cognition is rough, and try not to care.

Times good come forth, rushing like wind they gain.

Memories claim the body and take hold.

Their purpose is life; that is what they mold.


Poem I wrote for english class, it is in Spencierian sonnet form.